Peta (feat. Meek Mill)

I used to fuck up my re-up

Now, it's the jet with my feet up

I got the money and power

Now, none of these **** can see us

I'm rocking furs on furs

I'm probably beefing with PETA

I gotta pay her to leave her

It's probably cheaper to keep her

I keep 'bout 20 racks inside the Lamb' truck, a **** slidin', dog

I just put 20 racks on his head, the young **** slidin', dog

I get a bag, then double it

All of that talking ain't adding up

These **** calling a peace treaty

Bitch, I've been turning the static up

****, I'm turning the savage up

Bentley Rolls Royce in the fleet, aye

I bet that cannon got reach

I still keep it under the seat

I pile the rubber bands for a living, I might keep the racks in a mink

And I got Fiji on me, she mistake my Patek for the sink

I was in Dallas at V Live, honeycomb centers in the chain like a beehive

He say he want the static with a ****, seen him in the streets, he ain't tryna be 'bout it, aye

They know the Crippin' is serious

Blue faces in my Amiris

We got a Sprinter of hoes coming in, I like my bad bitches curious

I just ordered up a Rolls Royce truck with the Gucci interior

When I was bending the block with the lasers out, they thought it was Christmas

Up the block and knock his braces out, we caught 'em slipping

We was working out that vacant house, God, forgive me

I used to fuck up my re-ups

Now, it's the jet with my feet up

I got the money and power

Now, none of these **** can see us

I'm rocking furs on furs

I'm probably beefing with PETA

I gotta pay her to leave her

It's probably cheaper to keep her

I keep 'bout 20 racks inside the Lamb' truck, a **** slidin', dog

I just put 20 racks on his head, the young **** slidin', dog

I get a bag, then double it

All of that talking ain't adding up

These **** calling a peace treaty

Bitch, I've been turning the static up

Uh, they was wonderin' round what Meek'd do

Yellow Lamb' look like Pikachu

Back to back in them Rolls Royce, jumpin' out them Ghosts playing peekaboo

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo, see a bad bitch, I could peek-a-boo

Rolls Royce to the chopper, chopper to the jet, Cali', a week or two

Aye, all of that talking ain't adding up

I've just been lowerin' them ladders up

I heard they say they gon' rob me

I hope them **** can back it up

****, just quit all that actin' tough

See you, we turning our savage up

Swim in the rain, drip and drown, ****

Fuck it, I'm floodin' the Patek up

Fuckin' that bitch like I'm mad at her

I never play with that pussy

I keep some hitters with rachets tucked

All of them killers, don't push me

****, you balling on rookie

The shit is Hall of Fame

I got 2 K's, they jealous of each other, I'm treating them all the same

I got too many bitches that I'm takin' care of and they all complain

I'm never trippin' 'bout none of these bitches 'cause I know it's all a game

I paid the cost for the fame, I even seen my dogs show fangs

Just for the love of the money and chains

'Member we said that we never would change

'Member we said that we never would switch

I made the call, let 'em get hit

Way that I'm built, never could snitch

**** get killed fucking with this

Fucking with us, I took my re-up and doubled it up

Baking soda started bubblin' up

They tried to throw the kid under the bus, now, I'm running it up

I used to fuck up my re-ups

Now, it's the jet with my feet up

I got the money and power

Now, none of these **** can see us

I'm rocking furs on furs

I'm probably beefing with PETA

I gotta pay her to leave her

It's probably cheaper to keep her

I keep 'bout 20 racks inside the Lamb' truck, a **** slidin', dog

I just put 20 racks on his head, the young **** slidin', dog

I get a bag, then double it

All of that talk it ain't adding up

These **** calling a peace treaty

Bitch, I've been turning the static up